You lied to me.
Yet your lie to me was masked
By my complete infatuation
With the longing in your stare
And the feel of your flirtation.
Your tender touch on my pale skin
Sent goosebumps up my thighs.
The game you played you'd surely win
If only with your lies.
My love, you played it well
For I was overtaken
By your voice, your touch, your smell-
A sweet serene sensation.
I fell in love at time's command
For in a dream you'd take my hand
And never let it go.
Yet I was taught by you
That love is but a duel,
A game to play by two:
One will win and one will lose.
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Author:
Mariana Lorentz (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Deception where so much was hoped for. A common theme in everyday life. An exceptional one for lovers.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
A lie is given as a key
But only truth can set you free.
Eventually two winners emerge and will go on together. Welcome to MPS.
I love it
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